Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
Kalinda University
[member="Adder"]
This.
This was something he knew.
Sort of.
Engines, thrusters, everything that had to do with ships and vehicles had always fallen into his wheelhouse. It was why he had come here in the first place, why he had thought he could actually do things at Kalinda. This was the type of thing that Kurt was actually good at. He had a natural inclination for all things mechanical. It was how he and Kaile had built The Messa, how they'd upgraded The Coil.
It was a talent.
Of course talent was all but useless when you were sitting in a classroom learning about all the different kinds of science that actually went into producing engines, thrusts, and whatever the hell else made a ship go. It was that realization that had brought Kurt crashing quite low, especially because only one of his ten classes this semester was hands on learning at the engine shop Kalinda had.
The very idea of that had made Kurt miserable enough to want to quit, though a small talking to by his father had of course changed his mind.
Still, it meant he had to take the small pleasures of this new life, and part of that was being able to work in the engine shop. The man who 'taught' this class, if you could even call it that, was a grizzled old veteran from the Republic. Kurt might have actually met the man before, apparently he had spent most of his years in the service fixing up busted starfighters for the Navy. Of course the Republic had been rather large, so the likelyhood of them every having seen one another was small.
"NO! That's where the fuel cap goes you ijdit!"
Kurt grinned as he heard the man yell at another one of the students.
So far he'd earned none of the same treatment, only light praise. It was a small comfort in this new world.
[member="Adder"]
This.
This was something he knew.
Sort of.
Engines, thrusters, everything that had to do with ships and vehicles had always fallen into his wheelhouse. It was why he had come here in the first place, why he had thought he could actually do things at Kalinda. This was the type of thing that Kurt was actually good at. He had a natural inclination for all things mechanical. It was how he and Kaile had built The Messa, how they'd upgraded The Coil.
It was a talent.
Of course talent was all but useless when you were sitting in a classroom learning about all the different kinds of science that actually went into producing engines, thrusts, and whatever the hell else made a ship go. It was that realization that had brought Kurt crashing quite low, especially because only one of his ten classes this semester was hands on learning at the engine shop Kalinda had.
The very idea of that had made Kurt miserable enough to want to quit, though a small talking to by his father had of course changed his mind.
Still, it meant he had to take the small pleasures of this new life, and part of that was being able to work in the engine shop. The man who 'taught' this class, if you could even call it that, was a grizzled old veteran from the Republic. Kurt might have actually met the man before, apparently he had spent most of his years in the service fixing up busted starfighters for the Navy. Of course the Republic had been rather large, so the likelyhood of them every having seen one another was small.
"NO! That's where the fuel cap goes you ijdit!"
Kurt grinned as he heard the man yell at another one of the students.
So far he'd earned none of the same treatment, only light praise. It was a small comfort in this new world.